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We splashed yesterday, driving, for the second year in a row, through snow to the marina. Low clouds and cold wind kept everyone quiet and purposeful, but as the crane lifted boat after boat into the water the old brotherhood began to assert itself. If the day were a movie this is where the music would begin, hymnlike under the montage: your frozen fingers dropping a shackepin over the side; the outboard starting, like a miracle, though it's forty degrees; your neighbor in his cockpit, wearing a parka, playing Jimmy Buffet. When the boats touch the water and begin to dance it looks like resurrection. Later in the day we even got some sun, and took off our jackets, and showed our pale hands and faces to the world. Driving home my youngest son -- fifteen, close observer and jib gorilla -- said: winter is like when you have a headache for so long you forget you have it, and you just endure because what else can you do? But then one day in May the headache disappears, and there is a moving deck under you, and you remember what it's like to feel truly good.
"and you remember what it's like to feel truly good."
I've been pondering that a lot recently... why do we continue to live in the miserable places that we (well, some of us) do? Force of habit?
After a half-century on the beach in NW California, I've about had enough of the cold and damp here. I simply can't imagine living with 6 months of freezing conditions and snow. Looking forward to cruising the tropics in a few years. Wishing I woulda started it 30 years ago.
<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by ClamBeach</i> <br />...why do we continue to live in the miserable places that we (well, some of us) do? Force of habit?<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></blockquote id="quote"></font id="quote">
Speak for yourself, Bruce...
<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><br />I simply can't imagine living with 6 months of freezing conditions and snow. <hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></blockquote id="quote"></font id="quote"> Having grown up in the Midwest, I like the seasons--fires in the fireplace, getting snowed in now and then,... As for being on the water, it simply renews my desire and makes May the most exciting month in the year! (April on the Chesapeake, but I wouldn't trade July and August with them!)
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